I purchased a gun and a bludgeon
developed a cynical grin
I'm longing for someone
to call me a crook
I think that I'm coveting sin
I've already killed the canary
and I've frightened two girls in the pub
and now I'am waiting
with heart pulpitatin'
to strangle a cat after dark
So hats off to Edgar Wallace
and look what He's done for me
I want to get hold
of some beautiful lass
and watch her expire
in a tank full of gas
I want to see miss Gladys Cooper
strangled by villains in bed
with the audience screamin'
and all that stayed teamin'
with dead, dead, dead!
So hats off to Edgar Wallace
now look what he's done for me
I want to hear horrible shuddering screams
I want to be frightened to death in my dreams
I long to hear somebody's body
fall with a sickening thud
so hand me the shivers
and let me see rivers of blood, blood, blood!
и это вам не нытьё безголосого козла вертинского про немытый палестинский миндаль